A/N: I was recently watching the episode of ALTA where Jet dies, and I saw Smellerbee crying, and this idea came to me. I'll let you all read and find out what that idea is! I know it's a bit short...

~Smellerbee's point of view~

No. He couldn't be dying. He just, couldn't. Tears fell down my face as I knelt by his side. I place my hand behind his head. He smiled at me. I sniffed as more tears fell down my face.

Longshot stood nearby, an arrow placed in his bow. Jet lay on his back, unmoving, except for an occasional blink of his eyes, or the rising and falling of his chest. My shoulders shook as a fresh wave of tears fell down my face. He was dying, and there was nothing I could do. I never got to tell him how I feel.

My mind took me back to when we first met. I had been walking through the woods when Jet, Longshot, and a few other Freedom Fighters dropped down from the trees. Seeing that I had nothing, and after I explained myself to them, they had let me join.

Jet groaned and I snapped back to the present. I readjusted his head, trying to make him as comfortable as possible. Taking a quick glance at Longshot, I brought a hand up to my face and wiped away a few tears. I wouldn't cry. Not anymore. I was a Freedom Fighter.

My mind wandered back to the past and all the good times I had with Jet. I remembered how we laughed when we messed with the fire nation soldiers by taking their supplies or cutting them off completely. I remembered realizing that I liked Jet. But now... It was more than that.

Jet coughed once. I immediately looked down at him, ready to comfort him in any way possible. He took a shuddering breath and I knew the end was near. Tears filled my eyes, blurring my vision for a moment, but I blinked them back down. I took Jet's hand in mine and held it.

~Jet's point of view~

Smellerbee took my hand. It hurt so much, but I didn't complain. I knew she was trying to be strong. My whole body ached and I wondered if she knew. Knew that I was proud of her, and Longshot. The Duke and Pipsqueak.

Every breath was a sharp, shooting pain. I knew that it was no use trying to hold on, that the injuries were too much. I wished that I could tell Smellerbee that I was proud of her, but I couldn't speak. I coughed again. I could feel a warm, gooey, liquid in my throat. Blood.

Smellerbee's face showed many things at once. Fear. Concern. Despair. She sniffed, trying to hold back more tears. I wanted to tell her to let them go. I wanted to tell her that it was okay to cry. I wanted to tell her so many things.

My eyes started to get heavy and the pain started to subside. I knew I was dying. I looked into Smellerbee's dark eyes. I tried telling her with my eyes that I was proud. That it was okay. That I didn't feel any pain. She seemed to understand, but I would never know. She brought my hand up her lips and gently kissed it. Tears spilled out of her eyes again, but she was smiling. She took her other hand and pushed my hair back out of my eyes. My vision started to blur. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and let my world fade away.